​My grandfather was a man of simple pleasures. He loved his morning coffee, the crossword puzzle, and his canary (his precious bird).

The canary lived in a beautiful, hand-carved wooden bird cage that my grandfather had crafted himself. To him it was a way of showing his pet, love and affection.

The cage didn’t seem like just a cage, it was a work of art that should be in art exhibitions. It has intricate carvings of leaves and vines that bring out a natural vibe to it. Before my father died he instructed that I should be the one to inherit the cage though his bird was already dead.

At first, I didn’t know what to do with it. I wasn’t really a bird person,I considered selling it, but I couldn’t bring myself to. The wood seemed to give the vibes that my grandfather was near me. Maybe it’s the mix of sawdust and linseed oil, smelled like his old workshop.

Eventually, I decided to keep it. Maybe it would be something that would be passed on to future generations to come. I ordered a cleaning agent for wood from alibaba, to keep it nice and clean. I kept it on the top side of the shelf placed at the center of the passage. The cage later became an amusement of visitors, a reminder of my grandfather’s work, a family heritage.